My last meal

So yes, i have started a blog since i am self obsessed.
A lot of people do this. Self obsession is an art.You can't term it as narcissism or vanity. Self obsession is scrutiny and constant observation of your own actions, personality and looks. It is a pain, a full time job, with no retirement date.
Above all this, it is a love-hate relationship, i love looking at myself in the mirror, but i hate what i see. And, really, i have heard all the cliched lines there are to hear, " Beauty comes from within." "One is judged by their actions, not looks." "A woman without curves is a dog without a bone." There are many more, maybe you could remind me of some. And yes, I know, this is a cliched blog. With what promotion Ruby has done on Tv, weight, self image, staying slim - you name it and it's on people's minds.
I am going to try to be regular with what i write, this being my third attempt at a blog! All right, another one for the road. This post has taken me a week to write and really there is nothing interesting in this post apart from the fact that it is absolutely un interesting. So much so, that it borders right on retarded.

Maybe being this self obsessed has its shortcomings, no one else wants to read what a paranoid, almost schizophrenic girl with low self esteem has to say. How about i make you a deal. I start talking, you tell me i am dumb and then i chatter some more. Till obviously the day comes (which eventually it does come) that i grow tired of keeping a regular regimen. Till then, let's keep out of each other's hair trying to look for the extra large peanut we call our brian.